Fall of the Mortals (Book 1) Read Free Page B

was stumped. He didn’t know what to do.
    “Let’s try to get some sleep. We’ll talk about it the morning,” said Betty.
    Shaun took Harold’s shotgun. Everyone lay back down. Shaun stayed up and watched the windows for the next attack. After a few hours, he fell asleep.
     
    ***
     
    Damien and a large group of vampires landed in a parking lot near the tower. His tall body slumped over in pain holding his burned hand. His older brother, Kristof, and Miranda waited with several others. Kristof was tall, dark and sinister; Miranda was brunette, shapely, and had a cold stare. She was Kristof’s woman. Damien walked up to Kristof breathing heavily through his teeth. Kristof opened his hand and looked at his injury.
    “It hurts, brother,” said Damien.
    “The power of the garlic and rose are irreversible,” said Kristof, looking at the tower in the short distance. “Someone up there has mastered a potion to hurt us.”
    “My hand was inside the window, Kristof,” said Damien.
    Kristof glared up at the tower, staring at it for a moment.
    “They were within my reach,” said Damien, clawing his hand with wanton eyes.
    “How many?” asked Kristof.
    “At least ten,” Damien responded.
    Kristof stepped away. He closed his eyes at the thought of the cache of fresh blood.
    “They are poorly guarded, brother,” said Damien. “We can take them.”
    “You could’ve been incinerated, you fool,” said Kristof.
    “What do we do?” asked Damien.
    “Come with me,” said Kristof.
    They followed Kristof through the air. They flew to the line of vehicles parked in front of the tower. Kristof landed brutally on top of a new Lamborghini, crushing the top. The windows shattered causing the glass to explode outwards.  
    “What are we doing here?” asked Miranda.
    “Find something about them,” ordered Kristof.
    “Like what?” asked Damien.
    “Anything!” hollered Kristof.
    The vampires ripped apart the vehicles. They tore large pieces off and threw them several yards away. Damien punched through a windshield; Kristof tore off passenger doors. He pulled out papers from the glove box and jockey box.  There was nothing. Kristof hollered and scattered the papers everywhere. He stepped over to Shaun’s motorcycle. He lifted up the seat and found his diary and a picture of Sharon and Kylie. They were hugging each other and smiling. A short note was written on the other side; Shaun. Here’s your two favorite girls! Love Sharon.  
    The others continued to destroy the vehicles in the background. Kristof read through the diary. He read Shaun’s last passage, Sharon and Kylie. I miss you so much. You both left me behind in this world alone. I would do anything to bring you back. Kristof formed an evil grin.
    “Stop it!” he shouted at them.
    The others ceased. They flew over to Kristof.
    “What did you find?” Miranda asked.
    “The answer,” said Kristof with an evil grin, holding up the photo.
    “A photograph?” asked Damien.
    “There’s only one way to get them out,” said Kristof.
    “What?” Miranda asked anxiously.
    “We make them come to us.”
    “How? They wouldn’t dare step outside,” said Damien.
    Kristof let out an evil grin and looked at Miranda.
    “Female persuasion.”
     
    ***
     
    The next morning, Shaun exited the building holding a backpack. His jaw dropped in disbelief. He looked at the line of their beautiful sports cars that were destroyed. They were now a pile of twisted metal.
    “No freaking way,” he mumbled.
    He walked over to the destroyed Lamborghini. He picked up a piece of torn scrap metal and chucked it across the pavement.
    “You gotta be freaking kidding me.”
    Tommy and Chris came out of the building. They saw the demolished cars and it scared them. Shaun walked to his motorcycle that had been knocked over.
    “Shaun?” asked Tommy.
    “What?” he answered.
    “What happened out here?” he asked.
    Shaun opened his seat. His photo and diary of Sharon and Kylie